prendas super roubaix fluoro gloves

lunch always consists of a double-egg roll and a soya cappucino. a busy saturday lunchtime meant that aileen was hard-pressed to keep an eye on how my eggs were faring while serving regular customers and one heck of a lot of folks who dropped by for a mid-day coffee. though debbie's is generally busy on a constant basis, i must confesss, it's relatively unusual to be surrounded by so many people at the lunchtime munch.

i'm not a great fan of chocolate, but small individual gluten-free belgian chocolate brownies were just too tempting to leave alone prior to wrapping up conversation and going back to pretending that i'm really a cyclist.
the deal clincher was the word belgian on the wrapping. i'd not long hauled myself up the mur de ardnahoe on the bunnahabhain road, just to prove to myself that i still could, and frankly any form of food associated with belgium, however tenuous, was bound to hit the sweet-spot.

the gluten-free bit was purely coincidental; i can take it or leave it.

the two other members of the velo club peloton who had dropped by while dining was taking place were heading straight home; meanwhile i was off round loch gorm. i had rather hoped that, much like continuing to wear bibshorts, the wearing of track mitts would be something that continued well into the beginning of october. brian smith almost never
wears gloves when riding and i'm darned if i'm going to let him win the scottish hard man competition. however, if you promise not to tell smiffy, on leaving debbie's, i'd stuffed my leather track mitts into a back pocket and donned prendas' latest super roubaix long-fingered gloves, decorous in fluorescent yellow.

if i have to ditch in the sea, the rescue helicopter will see my waving first.

that super roubaix is a remarkably versatile fabric, for though there were hardly icicles on the brake cables, the chilliness of the afternoon meant they were eminently practical, yet never quite overheated my fingers. the suprising bit was the little black dots on the fingers and palms. though rather obviously those are designed to aid grip on the bars and levers, i hadn't quite expected their tackiness to be quite so, well, tacky.

it's a commonality on islay to implement the islay wave, a courtesy extended not only between motorists, but in our case, between cyclists and motorists. on meeting a motor car heading in the opposite direction, while i'd hate to give the impression i couldn't remove my hand from the shimano lever, those little black dots displayed a surprising reluctance to leave the rubber hood behind.

sunday mornings in bowmore are generally quite chilly, even during what laughingly passes for an hebridean summer. it's mostly because the sun rising in the east leaves much of the village in the shade. on sunday past, i was more than grateful for that bright yellow super roubaix, despite the track mitts still residing in a back pocket. in fact, i don't mind admitting, i wore them throughout the entire sunday morning ride.

they're not waterproof. in fact, it might be stretching credibility to attribute even showerproofness (is there such a word?), but at present, there's still sufficient heat in the ambient temperature to prevent nippy fingers when wet. the gloves weigh next to nothing, i figure they're probably thin enough to be worn as liners under heavier gloves when snow drifts are the rule rather than the exception, but i'll let you know when it gets to that time of year.

at a cost of £19.95 a pair, purchase is verging on a no-brainer. in the words of billy connolly, the nights are fair drawin' in are they no?, the darkening of which means anything that might conceivably draw attention to your existence on a bicycle should be considered a good thing. sizes range from xs to xxl and i'd seriously suggest you click the link below before everybody else does.